Saturday, September 1

Friday Flash Fiction: Saturday Edition

Every Monday Dottie over at Tink's Place posts a picture and on Friday we share a story to go along with the picture. The story has to be about 350 or so words.

Happy Saturday! I would have this posted yesterday, but I was called away from mid-writing to join a girls' night with some friends. ^.^ Had fun though!

Face Forward, Never Look Back

by: Carole Rae

Face forward.

Never look back.

Crashing waves.

Flying red hair.

Face forward.

Never look back.

Screaming of crows.

Beaming full moon.

Face forward.

Never look back.

It may have been a quick peek back, but
the dark ones under the water seen and grabbed a hold of her legs.
She screamed and screamed, “I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it!”

Face forward.

Never look back.....

With a start Holly awoke. Her red hair
was matted to her face and sweat beating down her face. She wiped the
sweat out of her eyes and tried to take a deep breath, “It was only
a dream. Only a dream.” No matter how many times she said it to
herself, she couldn't remove the sense of dread she felt.

As soon as her heart started slowing
down, a knock on the door gave her another jump, “Holly...the
wedding starts in three hours and we still have to get your hair
done!”

“Alright!” With a deep breath, she
tried to forget the dream and forced herself out of bed. She had
three hours before the long awaited wedding was to begin, “Oh
dear....”

Three hours later, Holly was a sight
for sore eyes. Her long golden hair was piled atop her head in lovely
curls. She barely fit her green and white dress, but with much
straggle and sucking-in her maid of honor managed to zip it up.

“Oh! You are the epitome of lovely!”
Exclaimed her sister. All the braids-maids nodded in agreement. Her
father was speechless, but beaming from ear to ear. However, she
didn't feel like a bride. She didn't want to do this anymore. It was
now reality! I'm really getting married, she
said to herself.

There
was a knock on the door, “Ready ladies and gent?” One of ushers
questioned.

“As
ready as I'll ever be.” Murmured Holly.

“Alrightie
then! Let's get this show on the road!” The usher exclaimed.

Everyone
took their respectful places in line and waited for their cues. First
went out the Maid of Honor and the Best Man. Holly grimaced as her
time to shine came closer and closer. She whispered to her father, “I
don't think I can do this Papa.”

He
smiled down at her, “You ain't getting cold-feet are you?”

Holly
nodded.

“You
love Neil don't ya?”

“With
all my heart.” She touched the locket she always wore.

“Then
what is the issue?” She shrugged.

Finally
it was their turn to make their way down the aisle. Her father had to
pull her from her solid stance. Everyone around them stood and Holly
wanted to cry. I can't do this.I can't do this. She
looked down at Neil. He was fabulous looking in his tux. His pitch
black hair was flawless as usual and his green eyes were filling with
tears. She loved him. Oh she did, but she couldn't help this dread
she felt.

Suddenly
she tore away from her father's arm and without another thought she
spun on her heels and fled. Gasps tore around her, but she didn't
care. The sense of dread began fading and fading with each running
step. She reached the stairs and continued running. However, 8 stairs
away from the bottom her heeled foot snatched the bottom of her
dress. She yelped as she plunged down the rest of the stairs. Once
her back hit the ground, she looked up saw a woman dressed in green
hover over her.

The
lady smiled, “Silly girl. Now Neil is mine.” The lady took a
small dagger and plunged into Holly's chest.

Holly
couldn't manage more than a gasp as the lady stabbed her 8 more
times.

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